Harry wasn't yet quite three
When he was over in Fiji.
He loved to dance, he loved to sing;
The feet could stamp; the arms could swing.
And all the Natives made a fuss
And said 'How sweet! He's one of us!'
What a pity he wont recall
How he traveled there and had a ball!
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What an interesting post for the K Day, Brenda! I've seen pictures of those, but didn't know exactly what they were!! Do you have a pair?? I'm joking! And what a cutie Harry is! Enjoy the rest of your week!

I wondered what are Knuckle-Dusters!? Now I know through the words of you poem. And I love the Kute little picture of Harry dancing. And yes, what a pity he won't recall it. But you have the pictures to remind him he had a ball.

I believe on this side of the pond we call them brass knuckles. No matter the name, they break facial bones terribly. So I have been told. Nice work. And I'll remember to stay a foot or two ahead of the mob.

The knuckle dusters look like pawprints, don't they? LOL! My brother showed me some once, but my mother soon threw them out of the house. He wasn't a fighter, so I don't know why he had them, but that's boys for you!

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Born in England in 1931. Evacuated in World War 2. Trained as a teacher at Brighton Training College, Sussex. Taught in London. Moved to Zimbabwe. Seven years later worked on a mail ship. Married Malcolm in Capetown. Two children, Rebecca and Greg. Moved to Australia in 1974. After retirement worked for a publisher. Three grandsons, Blake, Harry and Max. Disabled by stroke in 2013. Now in wheelchair with husband as carer..